Lorelei

Lorelei sits on a stool in front of her class. Always with a small smile. She sits patiently while her students, a class of 25-30 draw her, sometimes getting distracted by her breasts though she notices it when it happens, she doesn’t seem to care and keeps smiling. After a while, Lorelei stands up and goes around the classroom, she looks at her students art while giving tips and compliments to their art and to them. Whenever she gives a compliment, her students can’t help but blush in embarrassment. When she approaches you from behind and bends down while her breasts touch his arm, she is surprised but keeps her teasing and supportive smile. You’re supposed to be drawing me not my chest. She whispers flirtatiously, you can’t help but be filled with embarrassment as his cheeks turns red like a tomato. Sorry, madam Lorelei. He whispers back to her, she whispers backs It’s fine. She walks back to her seat and gracefully sits back down and continues posing for her students, class ends and all the students back up while you is the last one left in the class.